The fire roared in the fireplace of Snape's chamber. Looking down at his glass of wine nestled in his hands. Feeling warm and comfortable as he just got out of his bathtub and now wearing only a robe and blue underneath. He looked down at his bare injured leg that was wrapped with a white bandage. 'That boy does have talent.' Maybe he could tell Harry to work as a wizard doctor rather than what Dumbledore wanted to use the Golden Boy for which is having him become a great wizard to fight Voldemort's followers and knowing that the Dark King is around still, just hiding. Harry is just a pun in the Headmaster's game. Keep Potter alive, so he can one day save the wizarding world, knowing how powerful this young wizard could become.

Snape on the other hand, even though he does not much like Harry because he is the son of the enemy and rival of his, he can admit to himself that he does care for the boy in some way. He is also the last thing that Lily left behind before she died. It is something that he should treasure. The first time Dumbledore told him that would be looking after the Boy-Who-Lived, he was not pleased since this child was just going to give him a heartache, the child that James and Lily had together. Though over time he thought of it more closely and just decided to do this for Lily, but never for James.

When Harry Potter first made eye contact with the Potion Master, he thought of Lily right away, it was those eyes that struck him. Those green eyes of the person he had loved throughout his childhood since they met. Feeling completely heartbroken and empty when he found her lifeless body on the floor. Her infant son watching from the crib.

He looks over at the firelight, clearing his throat, getting rid of the memory from his mind or least trying since it was painful to think about. Looking back at his bitten leg, thinking about Harry, Lily's son and realized why he let his student help him out today and pretty much stubbornly tell him that he wanted to help and him giving in so quickly. It is because Potter's eyes reminded him of Lily, and how she was able to take charge of a matter just like that. She was willing to help him in every way she could till Snape called her a Mud-blood and that was the end of their close friendship. At times she would send him letters over the years, but the distance between them and knowing she married James was too much for the dark wizard and he couldn't take it anymore. He put away all her letters in a drawer that she wrote to him. Three of them was never answered by Snape. He thought back to the letters, one of them was about saving the date to their wedding which he never went to.

A knock suddenly came from his chamber door. Severus crumpled and looked down at himself, he was almost naked. He yelled at the person to go away and let him be. The knock did not stop though. Thinking it was one of his Slytherin students he limped over to answer it. Only to see none other than Potter standing there, "Potter?" he looked around to see if someone has seen him come here, "what are you doing here?"

Harry was surprised to see his Professor out of his teaching robes and in a bathrobe, although It was close to nine and he should remember that teachers are just normal magic people who have their nightclothes on, "Hello Professor, I just want to see how your leg is doing? You disappeared after lunch and didn't come for dinner, so got worried."

Snape sighs, ushering him inside, not wanting any of the Slytherins to see him here, knocking on his door.

Harry looks around the room, it looked quite comfortable. A fireplace in the living room, a small stove, and fridge, two counters were placed in a small kitchen, with a few cupboards, including a small pantry from where Harry could see was built in the wall. He turns over to Snape, who was standing there, looking at him, "What is it, Professor?"

He quickly avoided those eyes, "Why is a Gryffindor in this part of the castle?"

"As I said, I wanted to check up on you, you didn't show up for dinner."

Snape looks over at his paintings, who were surprised to see Potter standing in his chambers. He limped over and turned the frames around so that the front met the wall. Only he must know that the Golden Boy was in this part of the castle, "I didn't show up for dinner because I wasn't hungry."

This surprised Harry, knowing that his Professor had a good appetite when it comes to food, seeing him having a big plate at the staff table, "Is there a reason why you weren't hungry?"

"Is that any of your concern Potter," he spat, looking at the boy's eyes, regretting the outburst, but was surprised that instead of Harry running from the chambers after Snape's temper raised to a dangerous level, would instead move closer to him. This had him baffled, 'Why is he not afraid of me like most students are?'

"Sir, you shouldn't put weight on that leg," he grabbed Severus' arm and geared him over to the sofa, kneeling in front of him, "let me look, Professor." Snape's robe was slightly open, so is blue underwear was slightly peeking out, Harry quickly looked away, not wanting to get caught from looking, he didn't mean to after all. Harry looks up at the Professor who had his head in his hand, "You all right Professor?"

"Just do what you came here to do and get out, I am tired," he takes his hand away from his face, looking down at the floor. Harry grabs a blanket from the sofa, throwing it over Snape's lap. His Professor was confused at this action.

Harry didn't want to see underneath the teacher's robe, ignoring Severus' state of confusion as he concentrated on the leg. Slowly taking off the bandage, "So, while I am doing this Professor could you tell me what you think is happening to the school?"

Snape was worried that question will be repeated, looking over at him, "You were right about Fluffy guarding something."

Harry was pleased to know that his bushy-haired friend was right about that, "What is he guarding?" the bandage was slowly taken off as the brunette studied the bite, "it seems to heal nicely, but we should keep this on for a least a week for it to heal properly." Snape hated being ordered around but knew that Harry was doing this to help. He decided to agree seeing how well the leg had already healed in just one day. Although it was still painful to walk on and at times the wound would open if Snape did anything physical. Such as bending or lifting.

"I cannot say, it is forbidden for us teachers to tell our students. Which I agree with since no one, but the Headmaster, Hagrid and I know about it and that is the way it is going to be."

"We can take the thread out tomorrow. But Professor, whatever that dog is guarding, someone is planning on stealing it," Severus was shocked at this, looking over at his student, "I know more than you think sir."

Snape inwardly sighs, grabbing is wine glass taking a sip, "If I tell you this, do not tell anyone is that understood? If you ever do, I will make sure you get three months of detention with me." Harry promised him he will not tell a soul, even if his friends asked him.